Chapter 1 Return Home

Although Aunt Liang Cuiping was over thirty, her natural beauty was hard to ignore. Even in the village, she wore seductive hip-hugging skirts and silk stockings, and one could smell the charming fragrance of this young woman from several meters away.

The villagers all said Liang Cuiping was a man-trap, always seducing men—otherwise, she couldn't have survived with a daughter in tow.

Gazing at the familiar vegetable patches and houses in the distance, Chen Xiaolong couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Aunt, I'm back," he said.

Just as he reached the doorway, he caught sight of a still-charming woman in the courtyard, causing his heart to skip a beat.

The beautiful woman dressed in tight white plain clothes, revealing her perfect body curves, with her hair tied up high, was none other than Aunt Liang Cuiping.

"You, you're Xiaolong?"

Liang Cuiping, hearing the voice, quickly turned around.

She had married into Dahe Village, and her husband and Chen Xiaolong's parents were good buddies, all working in the same coal mine. But not long after her marriage, there was an accident in the mine, and all of them tragically died.

At that time, Chen Xiaolong was only six years old. Thanks to the compensation money, Liang Cuiping somehow managed to send him to university.

Back then, she was just over twenty years old, and now, in the blink of an eye, fourteen years had passed, and Liang Cuiping had become a thirty-five- or thirty-six-year-old tempting young woman.

People say that a woman is like a wolf at thirty, a tiger at forty, can suck the soil while sitting at fifty, and squat in a corner to suck on mice at sixty.

But who knows how hard the days without a man can be for a woman starting from thirty?

"Xiaolong, Xiaolong, why have you just come back, Aunt has missed you so much," she said.

The next moment, Chen Xiaolong found himself tightly embraced.

Having not seen him for several years since he left for university, Liang Cuiping was somewhat excited.

Feeling the tumultuous pressure, Chen Xiaolong's mind became a little restless.

Aunt's figure was just too good—it had become so full in just a few years.

Chen Xiaolong felt a bit intoxicated. "Aunt, from now on, leave this home to me. I will make sure you live a good life."

"Hey, who are you? Let go of my mom, you stinking rascal. Where are you putting your hands?"

Just then, a somewhat childish voice rang out.

Following that, a young girl with a ponytail appeared, holding a broom and looking as if she was about to strike.

"Ouch, don't hit me, little girl, it's me, your Xiaolong brother," Chen Xiaolong hastily raised his hands in surrender as he recognized the girl.

"Xiaolong brother, you? You're Xiaolong brother? Wah, is it really you? Why haven't you come back for so long?"

The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen, standing tall and elegant, looking somewhat similar to Liang Cuiping, clearly on her way to becoming a beauty.

"Sigh, isn't it because the return trip was quite expensive? I couldn't help it, I wanted to save some money for the family," he explained.

Chen Xiaolong embraced the crying girl, who looked pitiful with tears streaming down like rain.

This girl was Liang Cuiping's daughter, Xu Xiaoting, a few years younger than Chen Xiaolong.

Although the siblings had no blood relation, only a nominal brother-sister relationship, they had grown up together and were very close.

"Alright, alright, little girl, you have grown taller and prettier. If you keep crying, you won't look pretty, and you have to be careful you don't end up unable to get married," he said.

Chen Xiaolong gently patted his sister's little head, showing an indulgent expression.

"Hehe, it's good if nobody wants me; then I can marry Xiaolong brother," Xu Xiaoting said with a gleeful smile, delighted with today's reunion.

"Silly girl, don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and tidy up the kitchen. Xiaolong, you must be hungry after the trip, Aunt will cook for you," Liang Cuiping said, suppressing the joy in her heart as she busily prepared a table full of dishes.

Chen Xiaolong, on the other hand, became an idle fellow, his gaze inadvertently falling on Aunt as she worked.

And just as Liang Cuiping bent down to pick something up, her neckline was wide open—bare, wearing nothing underneath!